Oh, you need a catchy name, if you want
to go for fame;
That's what Ritchie said, and he should
know.
'Cause he really was big time. He had
mastered every line.
He once played behind the stage on a
Broadway show,
So he should know...
Original groups came by, with new songs
they could try.
Fresh thoughts and feelings came on
through and through.
But Ritchie's band copied every line,
never showing their own minds;
Just cloning others' lives from head to
toe,
And he should know...
Ritchie, he finally got bored of
playing the same old chords;
And even with his catchy name folks
said, "Who are you?"
So he figured it was time, to write his
own creative lines.
The titles of the songs he wrote, they
grew and grew;
Too late he knew...
It's true the lights are there, if
anybody cares;
But many nights you'll sleep upon the
ground.
Like Ritchie spending time, scrounging
for every dime;
But follow your own mind for the way to
go.
It's your own life you know...